Harriet waved at the new people on the way toward the snack table.
"Hello Anais! Hello Noelle!" The walk-by wave was awkward, but not self conscious, and soon she had dropped off the dip and had drifted into the kitchen, eyeing the drinks.
Could she really have one? Wow, parties with fantasy adventurers and underage drinking were supposed to be something that only happened in legend. Or college. Or legends of college.
OH WELL, LET'S FIND OUT.
She picked up a bottle and started to mix herself a drink; having no previous experience with booze, her godbrain was little help, so she was mixing by color, smell, and whimsy.
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"Hello Anais! Hello Noelle!" The walk-by wave was awkward, but not self conscious, and soon she had dropped off the dip and had drifted into the kitchen, eyeing the drinks.
Could she really have one? Wow, parties with fantasy adventurers and underage drinking were supposed to be something that only happened in legend. Or college. Or legends of college.
OH WELL, LET'S FIND OUT.
She picked up a bottle and started to mix herself a drink; having no previous experience with booze, her godbrain was little help, so she was mixing by color, smell, and whimsy.